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Seasons change and I have found you |
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Looks like you've been here a long time |
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Looks like you're here to stay |
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And I reason that that's O.K. |
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When though, when will you be leaving |
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Way up in the trees |
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Afloat on the seas |
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I can't afford your voice |
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But I have no choice |
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Your hurt drizzles forth twice nightly |
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And I once held on to you so tightly |
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You were made of wood |
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And cried 'cause no one understood |
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But I had splinters in my fingers |
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Tears well in my eyes |
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No surprise |
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Washed swiftly from the sands |
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Into my hands |
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Into my hands |
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Tree house, your mind is like a tree house |
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I climb up the shaky ladder |
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Your bird flies with you |
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With claws of orange hue |
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And I watch you flying over my head |
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You could not care less |
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So you got more |
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Like driftwood from the shore |
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You were rotten to the core |
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Rotten to the core |
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Yeah seasons change |
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Seasons change |
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Seasons change... |
